"Well!!!"
At the same time, on a certain plane.
Demon King Piccolo, who was standing at the foot of the Demon God, suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his heart!
"Huh...huh...bastard..."
Although the Demon God had given him a young body again, Demon King Piccolo suddenly squatted down in sweat, retched twice, and looked hideous!
"What's wrong?"
On the throne in the center of the plane, the red-haired demon holding a wand looked down: "What happened?"
"Dambalin... is dead!"
Big Demon King Piccolo covered his chest and said with hatred in his eyes: "Only one Earth... How could anyone kill my demon warrior..."
"Oh? Are you dead?"
Hearing the news, Demon God Demicula just raised his eyebrows slightly, without paying any attention: "It would be a shame to die for a waste that will be killed by humans... But the search for the Dragon Ball cannot be delayed..."
"clear… !"
Although the Great Demon King Piccolo is a demon, his status is extremely low.
Not to mention the demon in front of me, even the king of the demon world Dapura and Piccolo did not dare to disobey in the slightest: "But since that person can defeat the strongest warrior I have created, if I arrange for others to go there, it will only lead to death... Since In this case, let me go over and see for myself and tear that guy into pieces who dares to go against our demons!"
Having said that, Demon King Piccolo immediately ordered Pilaf and his gang on the plane to fly towards the Budokan!
The demon god Demicula on the throne said nothing, just watched quietly.
He has been sealed for too long...
Although I have other tasks now, it does not prevent me from enjoying life a little.
Anyway, I have used my magic power to sense all life forms on the planet.
No one can pose a threat to yourself.
If anything happens, just let this low-level demon clan work hard for you, hehehe...
…
Demon God Demicula, who is currently enjoying a relaxing vacation, may not have thought of this.
The King of Time has arranged for a certain bald man to enter the timeline of this parallel world.
And soon.
Those low-level demon warriors who are looked down upon by Demicula will bring him a big surprise...
…
Over the island.
With the list in hand, Simbalu was flying towards King Chaiba's gym.
Not only was Danbalin given the power of the demon god, he also received evil weapons, which allowed him to exert 200% of his strength in battle!
With this trump card, it doesn't even think that any human being can deal with it!
While thinking about how to torture the human named King Chaiba next, Simbalu looked aimlessly down at the island where the martial arts tournament was held.
But it doesn't matter.
He suddenly discovered...
There's a bald guy I just saw on the roster buying takoyaki down there!
He took out the roster again and compared the photos carefully.
Simbalu is finally confirmed!
The bald guy at the bottom is the dark horse who debuted this time, the champion of the martial arts tournament—Saitama!
"Ha! I found it easily!"
Simbalu suddenly flapped his wings, flew towards the ground, and trampled the small cart selling takoyaki underneath into scrap metal!
Countless takoyaki balls fell to the ground and were trampled into pulp!
"Hahaha!!!"
Simbalu looked at Saitama with a ferocious expression and said loudly: "I am..."
The words are not finished yet.
Saitama punched a big hole in its stomach!
"asshole!"
With his head covered with black lines, Saitama angrily said in dissatisfaction: "You pay for my takoyaki! I've been waiting in line for twenty minutes!!!"
The huge body fell to the ground.
Simbalu never thought that he would die so hastily not long after he was born...
This guy…
So strong…
"asshole… "
Simbalu's eyelids gradually became heavy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
It felt that it was about to die, but even if it died, it could not lose the face of the demon warriors: "Ahem... you are finished... you bald head... you may not know... the consequences of going against us demons..."
Saitama looked at it dissatisfied and said, "I don't care who you are! All the takoyaki I originally wanted to buy are now inedible. How dare you do this? Hey!"
"Hmph... I can only take advantage of now to be arrogant..."
Simbalu said harshly at the end: "If I die... Demon King Piccolo will sense it... He will definitely come with the Demon God to avenge me... A despicable person like you who sneaks up on me by pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger." The villain... must not be... the opponent of the big devil... "
Saitama had veins on his forehead and punched his head off: "Who are you calling a pig?"
This time, Simbalu was completely dead.
Clapping his hands angrily, Saitama tried to restore the cart and asked the boss if he could still make takoyaki.
But after looking around, I realized that there was almost no one around.
ah…
They were all scared away...
Saitama sighed with regret, turned and walked away.
never mind…
Maybe the takoyaki here is terrible...
But he didn't take two steps.
Saitama seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped, turned around and looked at Simbalu's body on the street...
That rascal…
I just seemed to say...the big devil and the devil
well!
Isn't that the unlucky guy I want to knock down this time
It's bad!
If I had thought of it earlier, I wouldn't have killed him so quickly!
As a result, I can’t even ask for directions now!
Saitama stood there in distress, not knowing what to do next.
But at this moment, the only old man on the roadside who was not scared away waved to Saitama.
There is also a small cart in front of the old man, with a small red lantern with "roasted sweet potato" printed on it.
Ah, there is something to eat...
Saitama walked over, looked at the sign again, and thought it would be better to buy a few.
Just thinking about it, he had completely forgotten what happened to the Demon King and Demon God just now...
"Young man, you are so awesome!"
The old man was different from ordinary people. Looking at Simbalu's body over there, he was not only not afraid, but also very excited: "When that guy suddenly appeared just now, it scared me! You can kill him with one punch." , He truly deserves to be the champion of the best martial arts club in the world!"
"Huh? You know me?"
Saitama was startled, then became wary: "I won't accept interviews..."
"Haha, I also hate those reporters who are like flies. They make me stand in the last row and watch the competition..."
The old man said, and asked Saitama with some curiosity: "Hey, champion boy, why is that monster giving you trouble? It is so burly, it must be quite powerful..."
"have no idea."
Saitama waved his hand and said, "Please give me two roasted sweet potatoes."
The old man took out two roasted sweet potatoes from the insulator, wrapped them and handed them to Saitama. He continued to ask with undiminished interest: "Here you go! So... what did it just seem to say about the big devil... Can you deal with the champion boy?" "
"It might work… "
Saitama took the baked sweet potatoes, paid the money, and turned to leave: "Anyway... if that demon king really appears, I just need to beat him up... "
"It's probably just a punch anyway..."
…
at this time.
Demon King Piccolo and Demon God Demicula, who were flying quickly towards the Budokan venue, suddenly sneezed!
He wiped his nose inexplicably.
The two of them blinked blankly.
how…
Can demons also catch colds
(End of chapter)